Fire Persimmon Immortal City.
Dungeon.
Han Ming looked at Fei Si, a chill rising in her heart, she sneered, "You're delusional!"
A dim light flickered in Fei Si's eyes as he spoke deliberately, "If you refuse to cooperate with this official's investigation, don't blame me for resorting to torture."
"Just the branding punishment alone will be more than you can bear."
"From now on, your face will bear the criminal record. As long as you move within the boundaries of Southern Bean Country, people will identify you by this record, revealing your presence at all times."
"This criminal mark will also suppress your cultivation level, making your practice extremely difficult."
"To remove this criminal record, you will need to find someone of at least Nascent Soul Level."
"Do you want to give it a try?"
The chill in Han Ming's heart deepened, but outwardly she appeared undaunted and boldly said, "What's the use of saying all this?"
"Come on, bring on whatever punishment you have."
